Aiden, my fellow disgruntled Lieutenant, is writing a novel because he doesn't want to be here any more than I do. But while his creativity is funneled into a creative outlet, mine is being obstructed by a filter of general uncertainty. I want to retreat back to that fantastic world of rules and direction I knew two years ago but clarity these days seems as naive as science fiction and I don't want to feel like I'm writing fantasy when I'm trying to pin down who I am and why I'm like that. Fuck... read more
